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Tuesday, 16 April 2013

My Ancestral Poetry.

Bella is my name 12 is my age and 8 is my year in school.
I am a cook island female
rising from the horizon of the sunset
where I meet my ancestors.
I can hear the echo of my ancestors calling out to me one by one,
the smell of the sun burning them as it sets for sunset.
I can feel the wind rushing up against me suddenly goose bumps appear all up my arm.
I could see my ancestors standing in a line.
Our drums echo ancestral heartbeats.
In the future may my ancestors be proud of me or proud of what I have done to get there.
I take my ancestors with me wherever I may be whatever I may be doing.


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